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You consider my duress, and want me for your needs, spit saliva at the crest. what is it you do, when you're ill at ease, do you hail a tribune, children left without success, this office is your creed, you only crave excess, sobbing with fake news, power is your creed, across this shining avenue, my dreams struggle to confess, of wine dark waters deep, pray sometimes for a rest, you want no excuse, to see the wounds of history, a turtled mound of refuse, this water is far too fresh, to bathe and drink all evening, love me like the best, let me taste the sea.